Today I got my current copy of National Geographic, this issue dedicated to the exploration of space, with a forward by Ray Bradbury.
Very soon, I'll read it from cover to cover and get a little lost in the photos. And for a short while I'll be a little girl, lying on the grass in South Carolina, wondering at the stars, asking my future self if people will ever reach them.
This is time travel. I still watch the sky and wonder as we all do, about the big questions that make us feel so small.
For tonight, I have a little white Russian in my iced coffee and we are off to sit cross-legged on the floor with a bit of Berlioz (thank you, Alison!) and we'll tape and wrap and wish the best to all the other humans on Earth.
And especially to you.
Thank you.
